Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Luxembourg and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Barclay James Harvest to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Offenders. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Mission of Burma,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Flash Fearless,
Kas Product,
The Happenings,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Move,
Black Sheep,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sex Pistols,
Lungfish,
Pagans,
The Gap Band,
Mandrill,
Don Cherry,
Fad Gadget,
Robert Görl,
Anthony Braxton,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fatback Band,
Scientists,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Young Rascals,
Minnie Riperton,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Robert Wyatt,
The Golliwogs,
Swans,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Henry Cow,
Moby Grape,
Connie Case,
Vladislav Delay,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Index,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Scratch Acid,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Vainqueur,
The Neon Judgement,
Shoche,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Scan 7,
Erykah Badu,
Subhumans,
Radiopuhelimet,
Radiohead,
Q65,
Livin' Joy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Tom Boy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
In Retrospect,
Altered Images,
These Immortal Souls,
Sister Nancy,
cv313,
JFA,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.